A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born

one who picked the name for

there was a simple building with windows that

of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the snow white

year round, no

stood by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown

had almost given up

lived two months longer than

was standing behind him with a glass

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

seemed like he

a while, he murmured, “Today is the

twitched when he heard

smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

favorite

in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call

began to fumble in

stopped and

her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all.

better not call her,”

to give Cecilia too much

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

the medicines from him

lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put

done, Mark looked sideways

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

This time, he

dreamed of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that

had almost

had lived two

him with a glass of water and medicine

take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

seemed like he had not heard

while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively

when he heard

the year, the Evans Gardon

also her favorite food,” Mark

But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been

he began to fumble in his pocket

stopped

but he never did. It seemed it was

I better not call her,”

to give Cecilia too

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water and

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin

medicines from him and

on the bed, and a nurse

done, Mark looked sideways

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that

behavior was much like that

a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

this Cecilia in his dream was

his face,

point, Mark

were white, just

gently closed his

needed to have

over his body. He

had probably gone to buy the pumpkin

nurse was in

wanted to return home.

the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where

knew he couldn’t change

he would never give up

even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He

to stay strong and fight

now, he was finding it difficult

sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He

a plane when he grew up. The plane would be

he wanted to go there because he missed

Mark’s pale fingers trembled as

came back to

on his way, so he was

pies are still warm,” he said

then, he saw the paper planes Mark had

neatly arranged the paper planes and smiled

have some of your pumpkin

only actually took

was not more than

put down the spoon because he felt

his eyes and looked

home and have a family reunion,” he said

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will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could

ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was

around 4 a.m.

the caller ID. For

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter

into

boy,”

concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It

sounded a little

heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl.

had given birth to a girl that had

Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for some

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

another brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no

the emotional entanglement with Cecilia,

the first half of his life.

Mark sniffed and put down

never even dared to ask

hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard

“What happened?” he asked.

while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth

and he did a

he said with

the first day of the new year. And

agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes

wanted to fly back home

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